Enter my world of reality inflicted with perpetual dualities!
The internal dialogue I have with myself is an endless drafted encyclopedia
Encoding perceptions, I consider hostile for the generalization of my own mental
Well-being.
How have I fallen victim to my own emotional stunts?
Engraved in agony away from the truest freedom of
Everlasting Peace.
I carry the weight on my shoulders like a dead body awaiting its resurrection.
This path I walk, seems more of a wheel turning tables upon me each time I try to move Foward.
I can't seem to savor the welcomeness of each door i knock on
The silence obliterates each room of thought I sit in with a troubled
Heart.
People seem to safe themselves from me, am I the root of the problem polarizing each garden that bares fruit.
How do i expect to conquer the world if i can't seem win my own battles?
People change their external character not their hearts because
No demon has ever transitioned back to an angel.
Dressed on as saints with souls unchristianlike
The truth falls on deaf ears...
While lies are a contagious diseases spreading wild like a
Conflagaration.
About the Creator
Irvin
Exceptionally artistic when it comes to poetry, my undying passion for it for keeps me writing like always.
Standing Still
There are very few moments in life where time truly stands still. When your breath is taken from your chest and your body hangs weightless in that moment. Just long enough for it to stay with you from that day onwards. Deep in the red sands of the Australian Outback, I found that moment and clung to it forever.
By Kevin McLaughlin6 days ago in Wander
Comments (1)
"This path I walk, seems more of a wheel turning tables upon me each time I try to move Foward." This line was so deep. Loved your poem!